“!Zero , pasa el balon!” , fue lo que dijo Karoll, una chica de mediana estatura, de pechos medios, copa C , ojos cafés , tez blanca y pelo negro hasta la espalda, ella se refería al chico como Zero , un joven de pelo negro , ojos verdes , alto , blanco y del cual casi nadie sabía su nombre, por eso todos le tenían ese apodo. A , acababan de cumplir 18 años...
This is my entry to the winter holiday 2020 contest, I hope you enjoy this story enough to vote and read my other stories. If you follow me you will also get notifications of any new stories as they are published. This story is based in the 1980s, within the sub-culture of motorcyclists or bikers, so the vernacular may be a little courser than is usual in m...
"Right here, right now... Right here, right now..." The music boomed out of the Bang and Olufsen stereo system as Carlos followed the Hyundai driven by Fernandez into the outskirts of Colon. Carlos turned the music up. The drive, though scenic, had been boring, and the music made the time pass. Carlos could feel the power of the Audi R8 through the wheel an...
There was this little challenge earlier this week and I realized that I could write a short one at my lunch break. This is it! Enjoy. No proof reading, just spell proofing. Sorry! It is exactly 750 words after this little intro. * I am very proud of myself. I did something new and only good things ensued. But before I give you the conclusion, let's start a...
Prologue Before time and the world as we know it began, there existed a Sage, a wise being with complete and finite knowledge. As he went on, he noticed around him a light and a dark side of his existence. Everything in his universe consisted of matter and energy. In his great wisdom he formed the matter into the Lady of the Moon and Earth and the energy he...
After about eight weeks, Sophie, (Jenny within her) and I wound up back in New Mexico, leisurely riding north out of Albuquerque, up the old Turquoise Trail. Otherwise known as New Mexico State Route 14. We ate—well, Sophie ate and Jenny, inside her, appreciated it—lunch at Madrid (say it as MA-drid), and, bypassing Los Cerrillos, were looking for a sunny s...
From the imaginations of your favorite Literotica authors comes: Here's more on the event from organizer jezzaz: Is it possible to write a complete story in exactly 750 words? That's the minimum limit that Literotica will accept, and after talking among ourselves, some of the writers on Lit decided to see if we could do it. After all, it's 750 words, righ...
This is a companion piece to Stev2244's 750 Word Project story, "Meeting My Ex". His should be read before this. Both stories are exactly 750 words, which was a lot more difficult than you might imagine. I appreciate his generosity in allowing me to jump onto the coattails of his story. Part of the reason for my title is that I wanted Harddaysknight to know...
This one is only a shorty, in fact, I had to cheat a little to get it up to 750 words. No sex, sorry, and it is mostly dialogue. It was inspired by Imhapless's fine tale, 'Tradimento'. I don't know why everyone raves about how hard exactly 750 word stories are, this one was easy. Well... Okay, I did cheat a bit. My thanks to CTC once again for the ideas...
Slowly, the Searcher settled into the waiting cradle at the Space Fleet Astrodome in the low rent district of Kansas City. Returning from the Harcock system had been a long and arduous journey fraught with sneak attacks, ambushes, excessive maneuvering and, finally, surrender. But now Captain Shika of Space Fleet was home and could turn the Councilor over to...